One a rather cloudy June afternoon, I set out to explore the outskirts of Nairobi in hopes of finding something interesting to photograph. Actually, I had, in the distance, seen these incredible windmills and set out for that general direction. The issue with 'setting out' in any direction is that Nairobi's traffic can cause one to question their journeys and rationale for them in the first place. Nairobi isn't a place that you just 'go for a drive'. It just doesn't happen, or at least not without the assured feeling of deep remorse. Of course, good music or a nice podcast could resolve some part of this toil, but I had come to accept that I wasn't really going to make it to those windmills in the distance and so I decided to explore some nearby areas and happened upon a magnificent green field. It was only after trespassing that I would discover it was Nairobi's Polo club. I found the setting so interesting that I decided I would return the next morning when the horses would set out to train.
